Kieran’s POV
Dinner had been good.
Really good.
I kept telling myself that it meant nothing, that it was just a meal, and yet tonight, something felt… different between me and Charlotte. Like a rift had slowly begun to close, a small tightrope forming between the two continents of our individual selves.
I hated that looking at her lately, with her face sunkissed and her hair curled up from the ocean salt, was making something change in me. As if I could look at her from across the table and not just see a temporary Luna and nanny, but a woman I could actually see myself keeping around beyond the two years that we were supposed to live within the confines of this arrangement.
It made me feel very stupid and very naive and very guilty for looking at another woman even rem
